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Welcome to a world of reckless sensuality and glittering sophistication . . . of dangerously handsome gentlemen and young ladies longing to gain a title . . . of games played for high stakes, including—on occasion—a lady's virtue.
A marquess's sheltered only daughter, Lady Roberta St. Giles falls in love with a man she glimpses across a crowded ballroom: a duke, a game player of consummate skill, a notorious rakehell who shows no interest in marriage—until he lays eyes on Roberta.
Yet the Earl of Gryffyn knows too well that the price required to gain a coronet is often too high. Damon Reeve, the earl, is determined to protect the exquisite Roberta from chasing after the wrong destiny.
Can Damon entice her into a high-stakes game of his own, even if his heart is likely to be lost in the venture?
really understand what he’s describing.” “Well, this poem ends with your most obedient,” Damon said. “I think he’s asking you to bring out his daughter with all the pomp and circumstance Beaumont can afford, Roberta. My expert judgment.” Jemma took back the poem and puzzled at it for a moment. “But what’s the part about a rude ungrateful bear, enough to make a parson swear?” “I find with Papa’s poems that it’s best not to devote oneself too strictly to meaning,” Roberta said. Damon let out a
partners?” “You seem to be confusing bed partners with chess partners,” she said. “Men who can play chess are so infrequently worth the time in bed. It takes a different kind of imagination.” “Describe my play—at chess?” “You have foresight, detail and courage. Your fault is that you are not daring enough, but you excel in outwitting, cornering and demolishing your opponent.” He was silent a moment but she saw a smile in his eyes. “I think my opponents in Lords would agree with you. Your
at a little boy reluctant to wash his face. “I am so glad that you are able to join us this morning, Beaumont. While I trust that these gentlemen have impeccable opinions”—she cast a glimmering smile at Corbin—“one’s husband’s opinion must, of course, prevail. I do declare that it’s been so long since I felt as if I had a husband that it is quite a novelty! I shall probably bore you to tears asking you to approve my ribbons.” In the old days, the first days of their marriage, Elijah would have
ready to give you up,” he told Roberta. She was so terrifyingly beautiful, this daughter of his: far more Margaret’s than his, and yet poor Margaret had not lived to see her grow to the blossom of her womanhood. “When you were a baby, I wrote an ode to the fold of your eyelid. What will I do without your eyelids to look at every day?” “Oh, Papa,” she said, looking fussed, as she always did when he praised her. “You’ll see what I mean when you have a child of your own,” he told her. Now he saw,
from Selina, but how much I would take away from you by making love to you.” “Perhaps you’re right,” she said. “You’re practically a family member, after all.” “Yes! Your cousin.” “I shall find someone else,” she said. “In case it isn’t clear to you, Damon, I shall not be carrying my inconvenient virginity to bed with Villiers. After all, I’m in love. I wouldn’t bore my husband with such a task, and if you don’t feel like taking it on, there’s no point in crying over it. I shall simply find